Chapter 19
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Tom Barnaby shoved the hospital doors open and strode in. He was speaking rapidly into his mobile. "No Sherlock, I need you to come to Causton Hospital immediately! And I would suggest you say nothing to Dr. Hooper at this point." Barnaby paused listening to the response of Sherlock. "Excellent, I will see you then."
The doctor was waiting for the chief Inspector along with two officers. Barnaby pocketed his mobile and approached them. "Well, how is my Sergeant Doctor?"
"He is surprisingly well Chief Inspector. He has a few severely bruised ribs, two broken fingers, and his face looks like he had a row with a brick wall."
"Is he able to communicate?" Barnaby asked, following the doctor towards the room where Sergeant Troy was resting.
"Yes he is but he is under sedation and heavy pain medication. I cannot guarantee that he will be able to remain awake to speak with you."
Barnaby nodded as the doctor pushed the door open for Barnaby to enter. The room was quiet and cool. Barnaby paused a moment before stepping further into the room. He had never had one of his own detective sergeants attacked in such a vicious way. He was not expecting to experience the feelings that he was currently feeling. His mind also reminded him that Troy was the same age as his daughter, he was young enough to be his very own son. Barnaby cleared his throat, swallowed down the rage and fear he felt at Troy's attack and continued to the bed where Troy laid silently, his eyes closed with a peaceful expression on his face.
"Troy." Barnaby called softly.
Gavin's eyes opened slowly and Barnaby was surprised that Gain grinned at him. "Hello sir."
"How are you feeling?" Barnaby asked.
Gavin smiled again. "Grateful to be alive and a little sore and tired."
Barnaby nodded and glanced around the room. His eyes rested on a rather large carrier sitting in the corner of the room. "Is that a cat Troy?"
"Yes sir, Toby. He's the reason I'm still alive."
Barnaby turned back and regarded Troy carefully. He began to wonder of Troy had some trauma to his head. He stepped towards the edge of the bed and cleared his throat. "And how exactly did the cat save you?"
Gavin smiled proudly. "He's vicious little thing sir. Blinded the man who would've killed me sir. Tore one of his eyebrows off his face and ripped his eye ball…" Gavin grimaced. "Well, it was rather a bloody mess when he was done with the man sir."
Barnaby shook his head. "And because of Toby blinding the man you were able to get outside and to a car and make your escape?
"Not exactly sir." Gavin's brow creased as if he was struggling to remember what happened before another grin crossed his face. "Well as I was running with Toby sir, I…"
"You ran with the cat?" Barnaby asked, his tone incredulous.
"Well yes sir. I couldn't leave the little blighter after he came to my rescue like he did. Anyways, I was running towards the sound of traffic with one of Moriarty's men chasing me and I ran out into the road. I heard it when the car hit him sir and I thought I was in the clear, but then the driver of the car was also one of Moriarty's. I managed to get to the passenger's side and opened the door to toss the little buggar in. I managed to free the firearm of the man who had been hit by the car when the other man jumped on me. If it hadn't been for Toby sir, the man would've shot me."
Barnaby blinked. "I'm sorry did you say Toby?"
Gavin nodded. "Yes sir. He jumped from the car onto the man's face. I managed to knock the man off me and knock him out using the gun."
Barnaby sighed. "And what did Toby do next?"
"Toby sir? He hopped off the man and back into the car to wait for me." Gavin finished.
Before Barnaby could respond the door opened and in walked Sherlock Holmes with a dramatic swoop followed by John Watson.
"Chief Inspector." Sherlock said in greeting before stopping beside the bed and looking intently at Gavin. "And how are you feeling Sergeant Troy?"
John and Barnaby both looked sharply at Sherlock, their eyebrows raised in surprise. Gavin looked up at Sherlock, his mouth slightly parted.
Sherlock frowned." Am I speaking in tongues Sergeant? How are you feeling?"
Gavin swallowed. "No I understood you. I just didn't think you'd care how I was feeling, you know, with you being a right bastard and all."
John's cough of laughter was obvious. Sherlock turned to look at John and glared before turning back to Gavin. "Of course I am concerned Sergeant. I'm not heartless."
"Really" John mumbled softly.
"Do shut up John!" Sherlock snapped.
Gavin sighed. "Um…I'm kind of tired."
Sherlock smiled awkwardly at Gavin, reaching out tentatively to pat his shoulder. "There, there…."
Barnaby's eyebrow rose even higher and John had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Gavin looked at Barnaby with wide eyes.
Barnaby cleared his throat. "Yes well, I think you can rest now Troy and we will take this outside."
"Is that Toby?" John asked looking at the carrier. "Why is Toby here?"
"Toby saved my life." Gavin said confidently.
"Toby? That cat saved your life?" John asked. "Is there any head trauma?" He asked looking at Barnaby.
"There's nothing wrong with my bloody head." Gavin snapped.
"Yes Troy, that's all well and good." Barnaby ushered John and Sherlock to the door. "Shall we gentlemen?"
John led Sherlock and Barnaby out into the hall. "Was there head trauma?" John asked.
Barnaby shook his head. "Nothing significant."
Sherlock interrupted. "Does he have any idea of where he was being held?"
"Yes he thinks he does. He remembers enough at least to get us in the vicinity of where he was."
Sherlock clasped his hands together. "Excellent. Shall we get to work gentlemen?"
Sherlock and John returned to the hotel a few hours later. Molly was pacing in front of the door waiting for them. When Sherlock opened the door, Molly rushed to him. "I think something has happened to Gavin. I've called him several times and he's not answering. I finally called his land lady and she said he didn't come home and…"Molly stopped talking when she noticed John's expression. "What's happened?" Molly asked.
"It's alright now Molly." Sherlock said.
"What are you keeping from me Sherlock? John?" She asked, her voice rising from her fear. She looked desperately back and forth between them.
"I'll just go…see Sarah." John said moving passed Molly.
"Sherlock what has happened?" Molly asked, clutching his arm.
Sherlock spoke gently when he answered her. "Sergeant Troy was taken by Moriarty two days ago and…"
Molly's eyes opened wide "Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me? Why aren't you doing anything Sherlock? How…"
"Molly!" Sherlock snapped, grabbing her arms and shaking her. "If you would let me finish. He escaped and is currently at Cuaston hospital. He is injured, but safe. He has Toby in the hospital room with him."
"Oh thank God." Molly said relief evident in her voice. "Wait, Toby? He saved Toby?"
"Apparently Toby saved him. I'm sure he'll be delighted to tell you about it when he sees you." Sherlock said dryly.
Molly pulled away from Sherlock and grabbed her coat. "I have to go to him. I have to see him."
She started out the door when Sherlock grabbed her arm. "Wait, I'll drive you Molly."
Molly smiled. "Sherlock, you don't have too."
"Until Moriarty is caught, I don't want you going anywhere alone." He said pulling her closer for a kiss.
She put her hand to his face and stroked his cheek. "Thank you Sherlock, for protecting me."
He answered her with another kiss. As they were about to continue out the door, Sherlock's mobile rang. He ignored it.
"Sherlock, what if it's about Jim?" She asked. Sherlock winced when she said Jim. "Sorry." She mumbled.
Sherlock pulled his mobile from his coat and answered it. "Sherlock Holmes." A deep long sigh escaped his lips. He listened as the person on the other end spoke. Sherlock shook his head, rolled his eyes, and scoffed a few times. "I am afraid that now is quite an inconvenient time." He groaned when the other person began speaking again. "Fine. I'll be there in 15 minutes." He snapped his mobile shut. "Moron!"
"What is it Sherlock?" Molly asked, reaching out and taking his hand.
"One of Barnaby's most irritating officers. Honestly I cannot fathom what it must be like to be surrounded by such incompetency. I feel for him." Sherlock said causing Molly to smile. "I'm glad you find my irritation amusing."
Molly took a step closer to him and stood on the tips of her toes, turning her head up towards him with her lips puckered. He grinned and kissed her.
"I am sorry Sherlock." She said teasingly.
He sighed. "I should get this over with. I want you to wait for me Molly. I don't want you going to the hospital alone."
"I'll call a cab. I'll be fine." She said moving passed him.
Sherlock grabbed her arm, halting her. "Molly I am serious. Don't go without me, please."
She smiled. "Alright. I'll wait, but hurry back."
He nodded and released her. When she heard the door close she made her way over to the sofa and plopped down. She grabbed the remote and started flipping channels when her mobile rang. She begrudgingly got up from the sofa. She went to her coat and grabbed her mobile from the pocket.
"Hello?" She said. She listened to the person speaking. "But I haven't ordered anything, I'm on hoilday." The person continued speaking.
"Well can't you have someone bring it up?" Molly asked. Again the person spoke. Molly sighed. "Alright, I'll come down and sign for the bloody thing." She closed her mobile and tossed it on the table.
"I'll be back Sarah…John." She yelled.
The door to the bedroom opened and John popped his head out. "Where are you going?"
"Just down to the front desk. They called and said I have a package and I have to sign for the bloody thing."
John's brow creased and he frowned. "Why can't they bring it up to you?"
"He said there isn't anyone available. Two people are out sick and they are short staffed." She said shrugging. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Maybe I should come with you." John said stepping out of the room.
"Don't be silly John. I'm not even leaving the building. What could happen? I'll be right back." She said before turning and walking out of the room.
Molly made her way down to the front desk. No one was behind the counter and she groaned. "Hello?" She called out and rang the bell. She waited another moment before ringing it again. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She was met with more silence. Annoyed at having her time wasted, she turned to make her way back to the room when she looked up and noticed two men walking down the corridor towards her.
She didn't pay much attention to them until she heard the front door to the hotel open. She turned to look behind her and saw two more men coming. Molly began to feel that something was very wrong. She looked down the side corridor and there was no one, not one employee. She stopped walking and when she stopped the men in front of her did also as well as the men behind her.
Molly swallowed hard, her heart now in her throat. She began to quickly scan her surroundings looking for a way out. There was an emergency exit about six feet in front of her. The only question was could she make it before one of these men grabbed her. She had to try or she would be caught anyways. She looked one more time at the men in front of her who had yet to move and turned her head to look at the men behind her who were also not moving. She bolted for the exit. The men charged forward trying to get to her first. She slammed her body into the door opening it and running outside. She didn't look back, but she could hear them coming.
She screamed for help, but the parking while having several parked cars, was empty of people. She prayed that John had heard her and was calling for help as he came to help her himself. She ran towards the road hoping to escape the parking lot when a black car pulled in front of her blocking her escape. Molly turned and tried to run, but Seb was faster, jumping out of the car and grabbing her before she could run. The back passenger side door opened and out stepped Jim Moriarty.
"Oh Molly, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to use force."
"Did you think I would just come with you? You're insane!" She snapped, struggling against Seb to no avail.
Jim smiled. "So I've been told. But I think I have something that would interest you."
"Oh I doubt that! You have nothing I could possibly want." She huffed in frustration.
"It's something of yours Molly. Seb, bring Molly over so that she can see." Jim said.
Seb lifted Molly off her feet holding her around her waist and upper body, her arms trapped against her sides. He carried her over to Jim. Jim opened the door and gestured with his hand for Molly to look inside. Seb sat her down on her feet and pushed her forward, keeping hold of her arm. Molly glared at Jim but leaned her head down into the car to see what was in there.
Molly gasped and reared back against Seb. She looked at Jim before looking back into the car again. "Da…Dad?" She asked her voice barely above a whisper. The shock of seeing her father was too much for her. She began to tremble violently before her mind closed in on itself to protect her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fainted. Seb scooped her up into his arms.
Jim was frowning. "I didn't think she'd faint."
Seb rolled his eyes. "Well what did you think her reaction would be? Seeing her father alive after she thought he'd been burned to death."
Jim sighed. "This was not the reunion I hoped for. Ah well, c'est la vie!" He shrugged. "Put her in the car Seb."
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